I donâ€™t know how far those mountains are from where we stay, but they are â€˜distractersâ€™. You try to concentrate on what you read or write but you are tempted to have a look at them now and then. Does one of them look like a sleeping dame or an old guy relaxing on an easy chair? One is reminded of a couple of lines from a good old poem, â€œWherever your casual eyes are castâ€¦â€
Below these mountains [Burnaby] are trees of various forms and several buildings. The other day we happened to visit an enchanting lake but not before missing the actual route to our destination.
Anyway, all our temporary hiccups withered into oblivion as soon as we reached the spotâ€¦the beautiful lake and the surrounding mountains. â€œAre you guys the self-same chaps who distract me most of the days?â€ I asked those mountains and the answer was â€œyeahâ€¦not exactlyâ€. Sorry. I am disturbed by these mountains as I write this.